A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 87

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At the Duskgrave Estate.

Lucien Duskgrave stood silently in front of the floor–to–ceiling window, a thick stack of documents in his hand.

Duke, his ever–efficient Beta assistant, had worked through the night to dig into Riley’s past. Every record. Every file. Every secret.

Lucien had read it all.

His expression was grim.

Every word on the page felt like a blade. Riley’s twenty–three years of life had been nothing short of a tragedy written in blood..

She had grown up in the rogue orphanage system, never knowing the warmth of family. Then, at fifteen, she was found and brought back to the Ebonclaw Pack, only to suffer three more years of cold silence and calculated neglect.

She was a prodigy–top of her class at Mooncrest Academy for three consecutive years. A dominant force in physics competitions, a record–breaking score of 741 in her final exams–enough to make her a star even at Ashmoor Academy, the most prestigious institution in the werewolf world.

And yet, all of it was stolen.

False accusations. A prison sentence.

Her dreams, her dignity–ripped from her by those she trusted.

Lucien was never one to be easily shaken. His world was one of strategy, discipline, and bloodlines. But even he couldn’t stop his brow from furrowing as he read her file.

Behind him, Duke felt the Alpha’s aura darken like a storm front. He said nothing, but the weight in the air was suffocating.

Riley… What kind of strength did it take to survive all that? So small. So thin. Yet she’d endured twenty–three years of hell.

Before either of them could say a word, Matriarch Duskgrave arrived, flanked by Mrs. Beck and Mia.

Lucien immediately tucked the documents toward Duke. “Put these away. Don’t let Grandmother see.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Duke said swiftly, disappearing with the file.

“Grandmother,” Lucien greeted, “what brings you here?”

Matriarch Duskgrave’s eyes sparkled with joy. “Where’s Riley?”

“She’s still asleep,” Lucien replied.

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Matriarch Duskgrave frowned and headed upstairs, concern written all over her face.

Lucien didn’t think much of it. Riley had drunk too much last night–it made sense she’d still be sleeping.

But moments later, Matriarch Duskgrave’s panicked voice rang down the stairs.

“Riley! What’s wrong, child?! Don’t scare me like this!”

Lucien’s heart seized. He bolted upstairs.

Riley was curled tightly on the bed, her skin flushed crimson, her body radiating a dangerous heat. Her lips were dry and cracked, her breath ragged. She clutched the bedsheets in agony, as if fighting off something ravaging her from the inside.

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That woman–those long dark strands flowing from Lucien’s arms, the way she trembled–looked too much like Riley.

But the Second Hospital? The Ebonclaws never used this facility. They’d always gone to the First.

He shook his head. Probably just a mistake. He’d been overworked lately–his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He turned back to his group, brushing it off with a chuckle.

Meanwhile, in the emergency room, Riley was already being examined.

After a flurry of activity, one of the doctors approached Lucien with a furrowed brow.

“You’re her husband, correct?”

Lucien blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not-”

“He is!” Matriarch Duskgrave interjected before he could finish. She stepped forward, face pale with worry. “I’m her grandmother–in–law. Doctor, how is my granddaughter–in–law doing?”

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